Free Maybe Always (Maybe Series Book 3) by Ella Miles Page B

saying good-bye. Without any warning.  
    I walk over to the chair I pulled up to his desk as casually as possible, trying not to seem too interested in what he was saying. Trying not to seem bothered, but it is difficult. I take a seat in the hard chair and run my hand through my short locks.  
    His eyes focus intently on my hand as I do so. I let it slowly fall down my exposed neck. His eyes never leave my hand. Damn it! His weakness is my sex appeal. That’s the way to get this man vulnerable enough so that he trusts me. I just don’t know if I can stomach flirting or doing more with this man.  
    “Who was that?”  
    He cocks his head to one side and shrugs. “I don’t know what you are talking about.”  
    I moisten my lips and watch as his eyes fall to my mouth. I take a guess. “Why were you talking to your brother about the FBI agent?”  
    Nacio’s eyes darken, and he snaps out of the spell my body was drawing him under. “You’ll find out soon enough.”  
    I shake my head. “I’m not a very patient person. I want to know why now.”  
    “The FBI agent is in jail. His own people put him there. Just discussing if he is still a threat to us or not now that he is in jail.”  
    I don’t react to the news that Killian is in jail. In fact, I’m happy. It means, he can’t come after me. He can’t try to save me. He’s safe as long as he is there. After this is all over, the truth will come out. The truth that he is innocent.  
    “That’s too bad. I would have liked to have seen him suffer more than that after what he did to me.”  
    Nacio smiles at my harsh words. Words that are all a lie.  
    “Glad to hear you say that. I agree. The traitor deserves to suffer a lot more for what he has done.”  
    I nod even though I don’t know why Nacio hates Killian so much. He never did anything to Nacio. That’s not true though, I realize. Killian knew this location, and my father trusted him enough to tell him some things.  
    Nacio stands from his chair and walks around his desk until he is leaning against it right in front of me. His legs are inches from my own. He reaches down and grabs my hand. He begins slowly massaging it.  
    I let him. He’s just touching my hand, I reason. It’s harmless although the look of lust on his face tells me he wants so much more. That he wants to fuck me. Or rape me. That he would take either one. That’s not something that can happen. It’s something that I won’t let happen.  
    “When are we going to the next location?” I ask, hoping to suck as much information as I can from him.  
    “In two days. We have a package arriving late tomorrow. We will leave the next night.”
    I nod. “How are we traveling?”  
    “Plane.”  
    “Private or commercial?”  
    He shakes his head. “So many questions. No need to worry your pretty little head about issues like this. Everything is all taken care of. You don’t need to worry about a thing. The plans have already been made.”  
    I pull my hand out of his grasp. “I need to know if I’m going to help run things. I deserve to know.”  
    “Not really. You don’t deserve to know anything. Not yet. I already told you that nobody becomes a part of this organization without paying their dues first. Even a Felton. Your father paid his dues. Your grandfather and his father before him. The same rules apply to you. Once you pass the tests, then you get to know. Not before then.”  
    He crosses his arms and studies me now that he can no longer touch me like he wants to. Although, if he really wanted to, he could do whatever he wanted to me. He’s stronger than me. He could overpower me in a second. That means, the only reason he isn’t, is because I have something he needs. I just don’t know what that is yet. What power, other than his desire for me, do I hold? Is there something my father told me that Nacio wants to know?  
    “You know, sweetheart, if you would just give in to me, I could make the